"Wait wait WAIT don't fairies steal names or something?"

"I don't think the 'fairy' threat model is the one we ought to be worrying about here. I'm pretty sure you've never told any of us your real name either, little miss Eagle."

"You may call me Grace."

(Too busy messing with the magic bracelet to have heard the question.)

She laughs a little. "I promise I'm not a fairy, I just didn't want to have to point and say hey you. It's good to meet you all. As to information... well the obvious question is what's up with the flying city dropping piles of trash everywhere?"

The bracelet is both more and less complicated than the translation box. On the one hand the maze of passages inside it is a lot simpler. On the other hand the magic it changes just sort of hangs in a cloud around the bracelet by default.

"That's Bastion. They strip the ground as they fly and throw out anything that's not immediately useful or that outlives its welcome to save on weight... Leaving all us down here on the ground to pick through it. Trade it to folk further afield. It's probably better than hunter-gatherer life, all the useful scrap and salvaged electronics and all."

"That sounds incredibly wasteful. I know without magic recycling is harder but metal is one of the easier things to recycle and there seems to be a lot of it here."

"I think they do some recycling on Bastion? But I heard once that it's easier to just - go forward and keep strip-mining. There's big operations that melt it all back into ingots. We're component-pickers though, it's a different niche- You average 'broken' appliance is probably still ninety percent good, and your average frontline scavenger will usually only grab light and compact things- Tablet computers, not fridges."

(The cloud of magic will go onto... That old tire! Does it do anything?)

"Interesting. Things do seem a lot more intact than I would expect for falling from the city. So you trade what you gather for food and medicine and other useful equipment?"

If he holds the magic there for a couple seconds there's a burst of activity. Thin streams of magic burst out and make their way to the ground and the rest of the cloud shifts and spreads evenly through the tire.

NOW can he pick it up with his MIND MAGIC?

"I think about half the trash gets lowered down slowly. They have deals where it all gets dumped relatively gently near frontliners for - intel, or salvage, letting trailer trash like us do the recycling work and sell rare metals or electronics back. I'm not, like, well versed in the economics of it though."

If he tries to move the cloud of magic now it's a bit more sluggish but it does move and carry the tire with it. So yes.

"Interesting, That does sound like a complicated arrangement."

"I can MOVE THINGS with my MIND! Yesssss!"

He will FLING the tire. If he can. (Away from the group.)

"Oh good, you figured it out."

If the magic allows for flinging it isn't immediately obvious how. The tire does accelerate up to a running pace but it's not immediately obvious how to make his magic let go.